MIA STIL'S POV:
I dug my glacial spear out of the final Dwarf's body, blood spurting out from the wound. I remained unfazed as I looked back at the mountain of corpses behind me. This was what war meant.
I let out a deep sigh as a gentle breeze wafted through the area. My weapon evaporated, leaving me free of any extra weight. I relaxed momentarily, knowing full-well that more carnage was soon to follow.
We had made it to our desired location and eliminated all opposition in three days, and we now had to set up camp and rest as much as we could before the final engagement.
"Good job," said a voice behind me, my head instinctively turning to identify the source of the sound.
"Ah, thank you, Marc. I'm glad we didn't lose too many," I replied neutrally. It was never easy to acknowledge all the individuals who had lost their lives under your command, and I chose to revert to my emotionless state whenever the subject was brought up.
